L'Ombra della Vendetta (The Shadow of Vengeance)

L'Ombra della Vendetta is a fanfiction about World of Warcraft.
Don't feel discouraged from its length, the story seems huge but is actually pretty short. I hope you'll give it a try.

This is a work of fantasy. The entire world where it takes place is owned by Blizzard Entertainment.
This story and its main characters are products of the author’s twisted imagination.

Its content may be not suitable for sensitive people, because it contains acts of violence even towards defenseless people.

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10. Chapter 10

She would never have thought to be so lucky. She and the ditzy druid spent a whole afternoon *looking at a tree* in complete silence, and she almost lost hope to find out something about her next victim. But, like it was an ordinary thing, the night elf told her how a troll shaman had betrayed the Guardians of Hyjal to side with the elementalists devoted to Ragnaros, wiping out the troops assigned to him on his own. This earned him the hatred from of all the armies in defense of Azeroth, a bounty on his head, but above all a murder a lot easier. Who knows, maybe she could even torture him. At the thought, her hair were changing color again, she would have to control herself to avoid blowing her cover.

Her comrade asked absentmindedly "Are you hot?"

"A little" replied the rogue, simulating quietness "I'm not used to the Molten Front's temperature."

Oh, me neither" agreed the druid "Beyond these rocks, deeper in the Firelands, is way hotter. I wonder how our leaders and the other heros can fight in those conditions."

"Indeed" nodded the little pink-haired gnome "Look, mind if I ask you some questions about what's happening in the Firelands' vanguard?"

The druid, almost drowsy, didn't answer. The small comrade then added "I'd like to understand, if the battle is being fought at Sulfuron Keep's gates, why are we here to defend a tree?"

"Because, like they left us here on guard, our enemies left some of their minions around too, it's obvious." replied the night elf, yawning.

Casually, she added "Like that shaman traitor I told you about earlier. To our knowledge, he and his new troops are camped in the caves over there" pointing to a distant point.

"And why don't we go to attack them?" asked hasty the rogue "After all he has a bounty on his head."

"Because there's a whole war to fight out there, and they're just small fries. Just like us. And above all, they firstly wouldn't risk an attack on us, knowing that we would be able to require immediate reinforcements, and then be attacked in a few minutes by half of the Cenarion Circle's rearguard. Don't you think?"

"It makes sense, for sure" chuckled the gnome, simulating a yawn "It's almost night, aren't you sleepy?"

"Oh yes, always" replied the druid with a loudly yawn.

"Would you like to take the first round of sleep?" asked the other, while a thousand thoughts crowded her mind. Soon she would make it. Soon she would already have killed three. She, her love, would be avenged, everything else didn't matter. Anything else would have been pointless. Her own life would have been pointless, it has no importance, other purpose than revenge. It crowded her mind, her heart, her soul. Of the one she once was, a person so squared, calm, logic, there was no trace anymore. The only thing that was left was vengeance, bloody vengeance.

"Gladly" said radiant the druid accommodating her back on the plant, without realizing the change that happened to her new friend's hair.

Callie walked away, humming, as she watched those tornadoes so common in the Molten Front.

"In un vortice, di polvere, gli altri vedevan siccità... A me ricordava la gonna di Astrid, un ballo di tanti anni fa..."

Bloody tears ran down her glasses.

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